“Oh, yeah, insanity ran deep in the roots of that family tree.’ (Talon)”

“Yeah, I know, but word came from Artemis herself that she wanted him here. Looks like we’re having a psycho reunion this week…Oh wait, it’s Mardi Gras. Duh. (Talon)”

“Damn, all I wanted was a drink of coffee and one little beignet. Coffee… Daimons… Coffee…Daimons. (Talon)I think in this case the Daimons better win. (Wulf)Yeah, but it’s chicory coffee. (Talon)Talon wanting to be toasted by Acheron for failure to protect humans. (Wulf)”

“Yeah, well, he’s still on Dark-Hunter payroll, so tell him to keep his phone turned on. (Talon)Ooo. Getting testy in your fierce nakedness. (Kyrian)”

“You still haven’t eaten your muffin. (Sunshine)‘Yeah, right. He still hadn’t eaten his boots either, and he’d rather feast on one of them than that thing in her hand.’ (Talon)”

“Ah, man. (Talon)What? (Wulf)Friggin’ Fabio alert. (Talon)Hey, you’re not too far from the mark either, blondie. (Wulf)Bite me, Viking. (Talon)”

“You know, if I were a negative person, I would be seriously annoyed right now. (Talon)You sound annoyed to me. (Wulf)No, this isn’t annoyed. This is mild perturbance. Besides, you should see these guys. ‘Hey, Gorgeous George, I think I smell a Dark-Hunter.’ ‘Oh no, Dick, don’t be a dick. There’s no Dark-Hunter here.’ ‘I dunno…’ ‘Wait, I smell tourist. Tourist with big…strong soul.’ (Talon)Would you stop? (Wulf)Talk about inkblots. (Talon)”